Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

   "NO THEY CAN'T"   
   "ALSO YOU APPEAR TO BE A MERE HOMINID THOSE CAN'T DO THAT EITHER   

Okay so the goblin is on the exact opposite end of the powerscale from its queen and almost goes kersplat the instant its hit. Mega-Paco, you're an almost-murderer.
Also screw you Mike it's a REGULARGOBLIN not a hobbie. And also you totally ripped him into tiny little pieces and he's dead dead dead dead dead dead

Gedor herself [counter]s Ran's laser attack with her EVIL TRUNKTACLES, sending them shooting off to the side to generate some energy shields on each side of her head

   "FOOLISH LITTLE GIRL, YOU CANNOT SIMPLY-"   

Big ice nail slams into foot. Gedor's single eye-ball bulges out of its three eye-holes before she wails in surprised pain, yanking her foot back. This also allows Rumia to get some glancing blows in through her shields.

Edited by Rbade on Jun 6th 2023 at 11:47:35 AM

Nicole, now presumably healed up and free of anti-dragon poison, cracks a grin at Se'arah.

"Nice job fighting Tall, Dark and Sandy back there. You ever wanna spar or work out together sometime, lemme know."

She whirls on the unknown ninja just in time to catch her explaining the latest situation before leaving in a Batman-esque fashion.

"Who even is that, a female Saizo?" she mutters, shaking her head in disbelief. "Anyway, now a bunch of... stormtroopers are gunning down Garon's troops? God, everyone and the kitchen sink's just getting dumped into this friggin' place..."

Whatever he's hiding, it's not some insidious plan, or so Zeloai believes. The Jedi Master nods to the vagrant's question, reaching for a comlink on his belt.

"Yes, other Jedi, clone commandos, and other residents of..."

Zeloai trails off, trying his best to think of how to say the next part without overloading the vagrant.

"The natives, I guess you could call them."

He finishes with an uneasy chuckle.

"We're planning to engage our assault within the next day or two, so if you're hoping to avoid conflict I'd suggest steering clear for here."

Nergi Time

Tatiana got flung against the wooden wall, leaving her unconscious for the turn.

As for Paty, she's still weakened by the shards, but she readies an light arrow, and fires it at Nergi's eye.

...

Shortly after, Susana returned, finally finishing to evacuate all the poor survivors. She lands between both dragons and Landslide, casting a barrier around themselves.

I've got this, little creature! Flee!

Gedor Hedor

RIP gobbo you will not be missed.

Mega-Paco gives a thumbs-up at Rumia, and then he flies upwards, aiming to thunder-uppercut the neck of the beast.

ELEFANTE

Apothea, seeing her plan work as intended, furthers it. She holds her spare arm back, the color of the gem in her sword turning an earthy brown, as a section of ground just behind her condenses into a sizable ball of swirling debris.

"This conflict is already growing dull. What did you hope to accomplish, exciting us into battle as you have?"

Apothea then chucks this debris ball towards the icicle she's just stabbed into Gedor's foot. If Apothea's aim is true, the ball will travel through the icicle and into the fresh wound, at which point it will explode like a scary huge frag grenade, tearing up the limb from its inside.

Of course, if she misses, it will still explode earth fragments everywhere, just... wherever it makes impact, rather than inside a wound.

Medium Tusk

Rumia pouts at the giant elephant.

   "Nuh-uh, yes they can."    she says, completely destroying the liberal arguments of Gedor with facts and logic.    "And I'm a youkai not a homi... homee... human."   

   Darkness Sign "Jaws of the Grue"   

Frowning at the shields, Rumia tries something more direct. She flies towards Gedor at high speed and manifests a large pair of claws and jaws made of darkness which attempt to ensnare the dumb pachyderm and bite down on her.

Turf War in the marketplace

Xeno'Jiiva snarls, ignoring the dinky little humans around them and not even batting an eye at Lutemis or Landslide. All its focus is on Nergigante. It meets Nergigante's charge and tries to swerve its head out of the way, though even if Nergi hits the "eyes" it will find its opponent can still see pretty well, though still visibly causing pain as it hisses.

This proximity does leave Xeno'Jiiva in a prime position to fire a near point blank series of beam blasts from its mouth though.

Sebastien meanwhile takes this opportunity to yeet another grenade at Annie.

Edited by shroobot3000 on Jun 7th 2023 at 12:19:26 PM

"Other Jedi..." mutters the vagrant, as if not quite believing what Zeloai said.

"There's quite a lot of you there."

There's a pregnant pause, and he glances around once more just in case, clearly remaining very vigilant.

"I guess I can help."

Morgan is able to effortlessly cut "through" the soldiers with his Vallite Hand Axe. And while it would've been an harmless trick with the axe, leaving Morgan tasked with fending off two angry pair of legs and two crawling torsos with bitey heads on them, he kills the zombies pretty good here. Unlike contact with regular flesh, the divine water cause both attackers to be split in half, with either halves melting into mere water.

Before disappearing, a relieved sigh escape the weary lips of both zombies as their freed souls proceed on, their bodies dissolving into still puddles.

... Our weapons target the soul. They were meant to be used to spare lives while subduing them. But against the undead, they have a different effect, Azura exposes, passing by Morgan and half sympathetically half-condescendingly patting his back. The undead's soul is crudely attached to their remains. Even blasting them apart or cutting them down to gruel will result in the soul hanging on to what few particles remain. But a Vallite weapon can sever that bond between the soul and the body.

But then, why is Yato also effective? Corrin says. With no one else in the way, he sticks to Beruka, who seems to be getting slowly better. I've killed the undead with it before, so don't try to say that it "can't work" or something.

Azura says nothing but know Corrin won't drop the subject, so she look away and search for a lie that isn't one. Your power can overcome the raw magic keeping their souls tied to their bodies, it is as simple as that. Mikoto's Yato could likewise do it. And, at its prime, defeat Samael's grotesque Zulo form in one stroke.

... I thought you'd be more curious about Yato, too. Corrin says, glancing at the sword. Everyone back then was obsessed with it, it was... kind of weird, really.

Ah, so you are the kind of man to be left bewildered when women fail to pay proper attention to his sword, I see.

Y-no! You're making it sound like I'm a pervert or something!

Yes. You are very prude instead.

The group keep walking.

...

Salazar snatch a capsule (one that Mordecai probably held up while he was offering them) and stare, seeing Mordecai blast a zombie aside without killing it, as seen by its insistance on moving despite the combined attack on it. He also sees Selena making short work of the paralyzed mob, easily decapitating the zombies, such that the hallway is covered in water, like waves are ebbing and flowing within it.

There remains only one "alive" zombie (contradiction) and Salazar simply walks over before knifing it in the chest with a now-glowing blade. Like Selena against the headless undead beforehand, it works, and the zombie fade away, with something of a relieved smile on its face. Do you remember the famous saying "it looks like the real treasure was the friends we made along the way"? Well, it looks like the real zombie killing kingslaying weaponry was the water capsules we found along the way! Salazar says, attempting to wrap his short arms around his friends's shoulders.

   There is another saying. "Disaster often awaits a weary traveler as he foresees his home in the horizon.   

At the entrance of the room, right as Morgan arrives to "assist" the three goobers, there stands a tall man wearing a long purple cloak over his body, with a convenient hoodie to hide most of his face. Not that this will stop Selena from recognizing him, just off his clothes and also the glorious facial hair he has on.

Should he not be interrupted, he slowly walks over to one of the larger doors by the right side of the hallway, and start to push the door open with his right hand, the effort casual in spite of the door's massive height and weight.

   I am most pleased to see you return to our lands, red-haired one. You will be a valuable asset for Lord Anankos. As will all of you, including his son,    Sumeragi raises his fist and clench it, dramatically waiting for Morgan to enter the room.    Now, fight back! Curse at me! Deploy the full extent of your combat skills against me! May I carry on the scars of this battle fo the eternity to-   

Nah. Salazar shoots Sumeragi in the head with a regular gun, but Sumeragi is made of tougher stuff than the other zombies, simply laughing as the bullets punch big nasty holes in his hood, water flooding down from there. Little does Sumeragi knows, but he's being set-up for a fall: At this point, Mordecai and Selena can surely rush him while he's busy trying to intimidate them.

... Right?

Sumeragi laughs, managing to amplify his pitch bit by bit with each subsequent bullet hole.

...

Then let us depart. Wamuu's big dick energy make him pose as he leaps into the water...

And as he emerges into Castle Krakenburg - Former Ball Room, he poses upon landing, emerging a few feet over the barrel by propelling himself. They appear to have emerged into a kitchen that was, until very recently, in healthy use. Now, there's corpses and ashes all over the places, people slaughtered, furniture thrown about and, more importantly, food stolen! It's as if whoever had appeared there had raided everything before going away.

The Enclave

Hmph. Wamuu observes the bodies but doesn't care one bit. He simply notes that there only remain a few barrels of water around the area, along with some stockpilled food. Presumably, they had decided they had enough water and food for their own use already.

There's a trail of blood leading out of the kitchen, with a demolished wooden door on the way out.

Ashes... How unnatural. Perhaps even I will need to be careful around this weaponry.

...

Corrin and Elise listen intently, stars in their eyes and all, while Gunter just look utterly disbelieving at every opportunity, having to stare at the twins to remind himself that he's not listening to a bunch of crazed lunatics. Ridiculous yet likely. However, were if not for this very evidence in front of me, I would have deemed you insane... and worried more about Prince Xander's taste in retainers.

Oh, so you want to help these people escape execution... but... why would they be executed in the first place? Corrin says, looking confused. Can't we just convince Father to let them go?

No.

No.

No.

Father is... very unused to an order or desire of his not getting through. Which is understandable! Xander says, sounding like he's trying to backpedal, as if Garon is right there. A ruler must not show weakness after deciding on something. Having analyzed the situation in a way that indicate those intruders to be a threat, and after... bringing over as many Nohrians as he could to watch their execution, it would be strange of him to walk back on his former decision.

So... we're going to disobey Father? Elise asks, hushed-up, with an oddly excited smile on her face.

Well not', we won't'' disobey Father...

...After all, he simply wants them gone from the castle...

Thus, we will have them removed by way of sending them home. His objective will be achieved either way, Xander then turns to Corrin. But, pray tell, what are you doing here, Corrin? I had wanted your first entrance into Krakenburg to be a grand moment following my earnest approval of you as a warrior. Corrin glances at Gunter, waiting for him to say it was his idea to start with, but Xander's remark dig enough at his pride that he decides to act.

I didn't want to just sit there and wait while you were having troubles over there, big brother! Elise and I are your siblings. And as a prince of Nohr, I also cannot ignore wider troubles within my nation!

Yeah! You'll have to knock us out to send us back there!

We sneaked around via the old ways. The ones your parents and I went, back when we were children, Gunter says, specifically to Xander. My wife, your father, your mother and I would hunt the largest rats prowling the area. It was good preparation for the war against Qliphoth. Their Odin and Laslow pull on his collar, seeming to find Nohrian habits disquieting.

... You will stay by our side at all times. Corrin, do not get close to Iago or Father without our permission. And... erm... do not approach anyone without due consultation from us first.

But why? Corrin says, narrowing his eyes. Is it because... haha, another me was amongst the intruders? Haha, kidding! Maybe I could go to Peri's house if you're that worried but I want to stay with you through these trying times, he then grins goofily, waiting for the words to register, but Xander remembers that this isn't a scene of NP Cs talking to each other.

But how do you plan on "leaving" this world, then? What sort of escape route could you access in the Throne Room, perhaps the most secure place in all of Dreiz?

...

No! I... You do know what a roll of sweets look like, right? Well she was one but alive and human. Ohh, were I a cannibal, I would've perhaps eaten her like a literal roll of sweet too! But no. Although it was tempting to lick her sometimes. Are you aware of mice, servant? Well she would squeak like a mice when touched. And it was so preciously cute! But also so pleasuring! Though she was a wife I swore to protect, the truth is that I also found her exceedingly bulliable. I took delight in putting little torments along her way just to listen to more of her abominable little squeaks. I would hide her most beautiful shoes right before an important reunion and watch her slow panic, as she scampered around the room looking for them. Oh, the gradual panic and intensity in her voice... It was quite good to hear. And quite good to see, with her barefooted. Very sadly, however, the last torment would be truly the last. For, in an unexpected bout of panic, my little wife accidentally ran out into the street, where she was crushed by an horse. I will concede that I killed the horse immediately, as well as its driver, but I think... I think that the horse actually stole her soul. And by killing it, I absorbed her soul in my sword. Needless to say the sword has become my...companion. Some of the things I've done to it and with it are, perhaps, not intended to have been done with a sword. And through her absence of squeaks is regrettable, I am satisfied with my wife being immobile at least. For did she not die by running away? Now she can be mine forever. And should old age or illness threaten me, I will run my body through with this sword, so that it may catch my soul, that we might be together in eternity within the sword.

Foxy's eye twitch.

... Anyway. No, I need all the water. Then once my horse has finished bathing with it, I shall drink it all. You may watch, servant.

Mordecai pushes Salazar away when the latter tries to put an arm around him. "When I think of people being treasure, I think bad thoughts, so why don't you..."

And here comes Sumeragi. "I suppose I should thank you for changing the topic," Mordecai mutters before swapping to his pistol and firing. This time, he only shoots six rounds, which is still a lot but literally only half as much as the last.

He is his child no more

Morgan blinks for a moment when he sees the effects of his attack. This is something else. As he looks up at Azura (while she's patting his back), he briefly wonders if such weapons would be effective against...

... no, they shouldn't be. He's still alive, right? Morgan doesn't actually know, and he prefers not to think about it.

He goes back to just observing and listening, though is briefly confused when Corrin gets teased, not getting the undertones for obvious reasons. He just shakes it off and keeps walking, leaving the adults to talk about whatever a 'pervert' is.

-

"I have not heard about that.", Selena says as Salazar speaks, sounding deadpan and not too interested in the notion of friendship. Though the fact that she doesn't throw his arm off of her contradicts that.

Also the fact that the moment they hear that voice she takes on a defensive stance, standing a bit in front of Salazar and Mordecai, more than willing to protect them. She sees the man and looks alarmed.

"King Sumeragi of Hoshido..."

She notably looks intimidated now. However, as Morgan enters the room (seemingly on his own and briefly pausing when noticing the hooded man), she rushes towards Sumeragi.

"I've had my fill of dragon cults, no way I'm joining one!", she yells as she tries to go for a sweeping slash attack.

—

Gamble

Odin and Laslow briefly wonder if they should reveal their way back. It could be risky given how loyal Xander is to Garon. But on the other hand, they may need to tell them if they want to earn their trust, to show that they can't go back on their word.

Laslow eventually decides to tell them.

"I'll need to reach into my pocket to answer that. I will keep my other hand raised, and I will keep my stance open so that you can strike me if I were to pull out a weapon.", Laslow says. He lowers one of his hands carefully, moving it slowly enough so that the others can be certain he isn't gonna psyche them out. If fully allowed to, he'll bring out the dragon scale.

"This will allow us to leave this world immediately upon retrieving our friends.", Laslow says. "All that is required is that there is a source of water nearby."

—

Ban does a little trolling

Okay, that did not go as expected. At all. And this guy's rambling is too weird even for the likes of Ban.

"... okay, sure. We'll let you use the water then. But before we go, I gotta inspect your sword. I'm spiritually inclined, you see.", Ban says, suddenly approaching the man. He looks the sword over for a bit.

"Hm... her soul's definitely in there. But she may be a bit jealous of how much time you spend with that horse you have with you. She's thinking of running away."

Before the insane guard can repeat that swords can't move (since he is apparently at least sane enough to realize that), Ban, with one hand behind his back, activates Snatch at a low level. As such, the guard's sword will start to move in his hand and try to pull to the left. Not strongly enough that the man would be forced to let go, but still strongly enough that it seems like what Ban said is actually true.

"How the hell did this guy get this job"

Did he stick the sword up his- ANYWAYS. She manages to bite her tongue. If Ban hadn't stepped in she totally would have broken into laughter and told the guy exactly what she thinks of his level of sanity.

"An extra pair of hands is always welcome."

Zeloai responds with a brief, thankful bow accompanying his words. Clearing his throat, the Jedi Master gestures to the tank.

"If you'd like to step inside while we wait for the others to arrive, do you have a name?"

Zeloai asks.

"It'll certainly be hard to much of a team if I don't know what to call you."

He adds with a smirk, trying to ease the vagrant's vigilance.

The vagrant glances at the tank, and his general posture seems to indicate little of anything, save for the ever-so-subtle tightening of his grip on the weapon in his hands, as if he's not quite sure what to make of the vehicle.

"Starbird," he answers at last. "Just call me Starbird. Or Vagrant. I'm not picky."

Eldan

Michael spun his revolver (which somehow reloaded it), as a number of red sigils appeared on the steel barrel of the gun. He lifted it to the elephant and fired off three shots, each of them traveling with a red tail to the demon and exploding on contact with whatever they on contacted with.

Cardboard was about to kill the guard for good, but she's curious about Ban's plan. Sawdust is still sleeping.

...

And Ms. Thingies remains silent, afraid to make yet another blunder.

Reisen how is being racist liberal. Whatever.
   "YOU'RE MAKING UP WORDS"    she bellows, before glaring at Apothea and seething. SEETHING!

what neck. Well. Mega-Paco's punch plows into the vague area where Gedor's thick head segues into the rest of her thorax, and please get it though your stinky Mega-Head that Gedor heavy resists Electric damage uwu. The bullets then explode against her as she shifts, the debris orb misses its target but still blows up against her, tearing flesh, and Rummy's dark grue attack smothers the whole area in darkness.

... Concealed in dust.

...

   "AOUARGH YOU STARTED IT ARHEURGH!!!"   

A furious elephantoid god barrels out of the fray, swinging a hammering fist at Apothea! As she attacks, she grows larger still - at the would-be moment of impact, impact area of the knuckles would be the size of Apothea's whole body.

Mintendo Noodle House, Hub Centralis

Min Min's formerly-generic noodle shop has been upgraded to the second-ever official brand restaurant in her family's storied business, with Sai Saici as a full-time employee. It finally has indoor seating to boot!

The legendary chief biker Saki Nikaido and her manager Kotaro Tatsumi are slurping down some noodles outside, while indoors, Beerus the Destroyer is feasting like a whole-ass royal family, as he tends to do.

—

Outside Elaborated

As Saki is eating, a woman with horse legs, black bird wings, and a spooky-looking mask◊ trots up and casually dropkicks her off her seat, causing Kotaro to shriek in surprise and terror.

The not-a-pegasus-girl, Saki Kurokoma, swings onto the other Saki's seat and takes her mask off to stare at Min Min.

"Gimme something to eat. Anything. I'll make it worth your while."

Min Min sighs, shrugs her shoulders, and heads inside to the kitchen...

Then a second later, she comes running out and jumps over the counter to deliver a Superman punch to Kurokoma's face, Markiplier style, even using a normal arm to do it instead of an ARM. "One knuckle sandwich, on the house."

"Alright Starbird, step inside and I'll call the others."

Zeloai notices Starbird's resistance to the vehicle.

"It is Imperial, but we stole it. Can't be tracked or monitored, I assure you."

The Jedi Master walks into the tank and pulls a holo-communicator from his belt, engaging the device. He quietly speaks into the device, not quite audible from the distance Starbird is standing. After a few moments, he places the device back onto his hip and looks to the vagrant.

"They're already on their way! Any questions you have will be answered when they arrive."

Zeloai takes a seat on a sealed crate.

Uh oh spaghettios

Apothea is quite fast, and quite tough, but Gedor is kind of hyuge. For lack of a perceived ability to entirely dodge, Apothea leaps out of the way at high speeds, placing a translucent barrier of silver energy around herself.

The effect is simple as- instead of being crushed between a fist and the ground, Apothea is instead sent flying, tumbling across the ground a fair distance before coming to a stop.

She's not badly hurt, but spends her turn shaking off the feeling of being hit so damn hard.

Seeing as no one else appeared to be following Wamuu, Nicole blows out an exasperated sigh before doing exactly that. She takes a moment to observe the aftermath of what she assumed was presumably the skirmish mentioned by the unnamed Hoshidan.

"Well, they seem like calm and reasonable people."

Mintendo Noodle House, Hub Centralis

Flandre◊ grumbles as she loudly kicks the door open, walking in alongside an apologetic look Daiakuma◊.

"Ugh, to think a destroyer like me still has to worry about that irritating sun on a daily basis." she grouches as she folds up her parasol upon stepping out of the direct sunlight.

   "W-well nobody is perfect, Lady Flandre."    Daiakuma says, trying to cheer her up.    "Anyway I heard this place has some very good noodles."   

"Hmm, well I suppose I do miss sharing noodles with Meiling." Flandre sighs as they walk past a weird purple cat man.

Copper Treads

Shut up Rbade!

Anyway. Rumia watches Gedor seethe and mald and go after poor Apothea. Deciding to take advantage of his she fires another Moonlight Ray, this time at Gedor's backside.

Edited by shroobot3000 on Jun 7th 2023 at 2:38:47 PM

A single ear on Beerus's head flicks, and he turns over his shoulder to look at Flandre and Daiakuma.

"Oh? How intriguing..." The cat-man's eyes narrow, though instead of directly addressing them, he turns back to finish his meal.

Minmin's Place

Flandre's superhuman hearing picks up on Beerus' comment.

"Hmm?" she says, turning to look at the God of Destruction while Daiakuma busies herself getting their food. "Are you referring to me?"

She has to admit there's something about his aura for lack of a better term that catches her eye as well. She can feel her old urge to crush things flare up, making her wings twitch.

Beerus continues to eat as he talks. He stuffs a big thing of pork in his mouth. "Indeed," he says while chewing, "there's something about what you just said - *gulp* - and your presence, that interests me."

He gestures to Flandre with a pair of chopsticks. "But the meal is a sacred affair, so just sit tight and I'll be with you in a minute."

"...Hmph, very well. I'm admittedly peckish myself." Flandre says, taking a seat next to Daiakuma. Their orders are perfectly mundane pork noodles, though what's less mundane is the suspicious red fluid Flandre decides to drink from an oddly modern (for her) looking tea thermos.

Edited by shroobot3000 on Jun 7th 2023 at 3:05:15 PM